Idiot
by Meimi

Content Summary: Takouji
Disclaimer: I am in no way associated with Toei, Bandai or anyone who owns the rights to Digimon. It isn't mine, I'm just playing with it.

Minamoto Kouji eyed the boy walking next to him speculatively. Usually it was he, Kouichi and Takuya meeting up like this in the middle of the week since the others' schedules clashed too much to make it. Unfortunately, Kouichi had been unable to make it this time around because of a school project so it was just Takuya and him. And Takuya... Takuya was nervous. Kouichi had mentioned it to him a week or so before, about Takuya acting nervous just around him, but he hadn't quite believed his brother. Today's meet up, however, had proven his brother's observation to be completely right. Ever since meeting up with him and discovering that Kouichi was not and would not be present, Takuya had been oddly reticent, even hesitant, and anyone who knew Takuya in the slightest would know that that just wasn't normal. It was really starting to annoy him.

Kouji glanced around, noting that they must be near the heart of the park by now thanks to all the trees and decide that this was as good a spot as any to find out what was going on. "What the hell is your problem?" he asked baldly as he stopped abruptly underneath an ancient looking cherry tree.

"Eh?" Takuya blinked in surprise as he came to a halt and looked back at Kouji.

"You've barely said a word since we met up, you've let me make all the decisions on what we're doing, and you keep giving me these weird looks," Kouji tallied up accusingly as he crossed his arms and glared pointedly at his friend. "Something is obviously wrong, so what the hell is it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Takuya grumbled defensively and scowled.

"You know, I didn't believe Kouichi," Kouji said darkly as he changed tactics, "But he was completely right. You're nervous around me, and only me. Obviously you must have a problem with just me, so what is it?"

"Kouichi noticed?" Takuya murmured blankly before quickly returning his attention to Kouji with a fierce scowl, "I don't have a problem with you. If anyone has a problem with you it's you."

"Don't turn this back on me," Kouji snarled hotly and leaned forward slightly, "I'm not the one acting nervous around his supposed best friend."

"I'm not acting nervous," Takuya shot back, crossing his arms and nearly mirroring Kouji's angry stance.

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are," Kouji ground out as he took a rather menacing step forward, "And I want to know why."

"You're imagining things!" Takuya growled out, refusing to back down.

"You know that Kouichi doesn't notice things that aren't there, so there has to be something going on," Kouji reasoned silkily, his tone of voice indicating that he was about to blow up, "Now just fucking tell me what it is so that we can get this over with because I'm not going to drop it."

"Ugh, fine," Takuya relented in annoyance as he stepped forward, grabbed Kouji's shoulders and pushed him up against the old cherry tree, "In fact, I'll just show you."

"What-" Any further protest from Kouji was abruptly cut off by Takuya leaning forward and giving him a rather sloppy and inexperienced kiss. It only lasted for a few seconds before Takuya seemed to regain his sense of self-preservation and swiftly retreated back several steps out of kicking distance.

Kouji blinked blankly for a few seconds more before scowling again, "Is that what this is all about?"

"Er, yeah, I guess," Takuya laughed nervously and fidgeted.

"Then why didn't you just fucking say so in the first place?" Kouji asked in irritation.

"Well my god, Kouji, you're such a fucking bastard to nearly anyone when they invade your space," Takuya explained heatedly, his own ire rising again somewhat at Kouji's continued accusations. Though, he would admit to a small, growing sliver of hope thanks to Kouji not utterly killing him yet. "In fact, Kouichi's the only one you'd let get away with shit like that."

"Kouichi doesn't kiss me," Kouji stated blandly much to Takuya's consternation.

"Well, yeah, I guess not," Takuya laughed again, a bit more weakly than the last, "But same difference."

Kouji just stared pointedly at Takuya for a few moments before turning around and continuing up the path. "Moron."

Takuya sighed and rolled his eyes skyward before chasing after his best friend and more, "Does this mean that you don't mind me molesting you?"

"Don't push your luck," Kouji said stonily as he slid his hands into his pants pockets.

"Damnit, I'm just asking for clarification," Takuya groused goodnaturedly as he trailed after his dour friend.

"Idiot."